My Lover Won't Call

I won't be goin'

I won't be goin'

I won't be goin' to the city

I won't be leavin' at all

There's work to do on the old collection

I'm sure that my lover won't call

I'm sure that my lover won't call

I've picked up the last of the boxes

And I've counted a hundred or more

I'll be glad when they take them away from my home

I won't see his face anymore

I'll never be seeing his face anymore

I won't be goin'

I won't be goin'

These crows are flying around my old lies

They're tapping away at my door

My vision is foggy

My hands they are aching

My lover won't call me no more

My lover he never will call me no more

I packed up the last of the boxes

And I know there's a hundred or more

So I call up the landlord and shut off the phone

I won't hear his voice anymore

I'll never be hearing his voice anymore

These crows are flying around me

They're tapping away at my door

My vision is foggy

My hands they are shakin'

My lover won't call me no more

My lover he never will call me no more

I won't be goin'

I won't be goin'

I won't be goin'

I won't be goin'